Christmas Lights

Thieves, varkaat

Straight from my broken heart:

there are thieves living among us!

Let me take a deep breath and start from the very beginning.

Here we go:

About a month ago I wanted to do some crafts – anything.

Then I noticed all the maple leaves falling from trees; on the ground in yellow, red, light green, and knew exactly what I was missing! An autumn wreath!

I picked a shopping bag full of maple leaves and started crafting. It took me maybe an hour to finish but it includes getting more leaves. I put it up on my front door and enjoyed it ’til this afternoon ’cause

it was stolen! You f*****g thief, bastard, son of a b****!

(To be honest I really can’t tell when the wreath was stolen... I only noticed it today missing. Maybe last weekend while I was away. But it really doesn’t matter: am still missing my autumn wreath! You damn a*****e!)

Joku kurja on pöllinyt / varastanut / ottanut luvatta / nyysinyt / siepannut / kähveltänyt / rosvonnut itsetekemäni ovikranssin! Ni, enää ei ole sitäkään valopilkkua toivottamassa kotiin pimeinä syys- ja talvi-iltoina! Kiitti vaan... Alla kuva-aineistoa tekovaiheesta sekä siitä itsestään ovessa roikkumassa.

out, out, out

As you can see: snow's gone!

Isn't he photogenic?

A Perfect Pair

I wanted to give something special to a dear friend's firstborn. I didn't come up with anything else but a pair of woolen baby socks. I asked my mom to knit them  - she knits almost on a daily basis. This is what she came up with:

It's not her own design but I haven't seen a pair just like that anywhere. The baby who got the first pair (of course in pink) ended up being my goddaughter! And after that my mom has knitted more and more woolen baby socks. And from what I have heard the baby socks are almost perfect: babies cannot kick them of their feet. What do you think?

Happy Father's Day!

It's a Father's Day here in Finland. I couldn't resist but had to turn to Wikipedia to see how and when it's spent all around the world. First of all, Father's Day is a celebration honoring fathers and celebrating fatherhood, paternal bonds, and the influence of fathers in the society. In many countries it's celebrated on the third Sunday of June, but for example in Russia they celebrate "Men's Day" 23th February; first Sunday of September in Australia, and second Sunday of November in Finland, Sweden, Norway, Estonia, and Iceland.

Father's Day was founded in Spokane, Washington, at the YMCA in 1910 by Sonora Smart Dodd after hearing a sermon about a Mother's Day. Her dad was a Civil War veteran, but also a singel parent raising six children. However, Father's Day was resisted during a few decades, seeing it as just a commercial holiday. It may be a commercial holiday (sic) but I do believe it still has a real meaning and importance in it even today.

Mun iskä on aikas retee jäpikäs. Tuos kuvas se on jotaki parikymppine ja näköjään tupakilla. Ei kai se oo nykyään yhtää erilaanen, tukka on kai vähä pirempi. Niin, ja onhan sillä kaks likkaa, mä ja mun sisko. Hyvää iskänpäivää mun omalle iskälle, Paavolle!

Paavo ja Tauno

                                             

Tampere by Night

...And Less Than a Day Later

 

 ... this is what I see when I take a quick walk in the city center less than a day later (and here am referring to my latest entry "http://apinkglove.blogspot.fi/2012/10/that-time-of-year-again.html"). My toes are freezing, my riding boots are cold and wet (am heading to the stable), I can't feel my fingers - and some people say they love winter. What's there to love?

Tunnen kylmyyden jo sormissani, varpaissani.
Odotan jo kevättä, kesää.

That Time of the Year - again

Dammit, it's t h a t time of the year, again. 
Instead of four seasons we should have five seasons. Between autumn and winter there should be something like "almost winter but not yet". That would give me a little more time adjusting to darkness (24/7), coldness, and the coming winter. Now, it's all coming just too fast. I mean, like, two months ago I was (almost?) able to walk barefeet and wear sunnies and t-shirts. Now I haven't even polished my Uggs.

In some parts of Finland it's snowing - right now. And "that part" isn't too far from here, 160 kilometers. So, please, save me and take me somewhere hot. I don't care where but, please, hurry!

On our morning walk with Ukko. Can you find him?

In this photo you can see both water and ice if you look closely enough.

 

AngelMule

While surfing on the Internet I came across this amazingly interesting network, AngelMule. AngelMule is an online network that enables regular travelers to spend a portion of their vacations delivering much-needed goods to impoverished communities, in exchange for authentic, one-of-a-kind experiences. Current proposals include used wheelchairs, kids toys, vaseline and multi vitamin in exchange for real Balinese experiences such as a visit to a Balinese family where you will have Balinese coffee with Balinese goods. At AngelMule you can also find proposals like ”muling” pet care products in exchange for puppy petting in Bali, and Fazer’s Pantteri Black Shot in exchange for a walk in Sydney.

It’s up to you, the traveler, to set up a time to deliver the goods and to use common sense in regards to safety, but AngelMule thoroughly vets all nonprofits and allows you to connect via secure messaging. Check it out www.mmmule.com. And, please, bring me sunshine and hot temperature in exchange for blueberry muffins!

Birthday Wishes

Happy 6th birthday, Ukko! There's no one like you.

Punttisalin käyttöohjeet

Hitto, kun alkoi eilen nyppiä pahasti!
Lähdin punttisalille jo kohta aamukymmenen jälkeen. Sainkin nauttia omasta seurastani ensimmäisen puoli tuntia, kunnes paikalle pärähti vanhempi pariskunta. Muija moikkasi tullessaan, äijä ei.

Siellä punttisalillani ei ole minkäänlaisia äänentoistolaitteita, vaan taustamölystä vastaa töllö. No, olin vääntänyt töllön kanavalle, josta tuli edes jotenkin siedettävää aivot narikkaan -pölinää, ja joka edes hieman peitti alleen punttien kolinan ja sen äänen, joka hauiksen kasvamisesta lähtee - tietty. JA, sitten! Se äijä meni ja vaihtoi sen kanavan! Joo, ei edes viitsinyt kysyä, katsoinko sitä Muuttajat-sarjaa (no en!) vaan alkoi räplätä niitä kanavia oikein kunnolla. Ja kaikista maailman kanavista se äijä valitsi ihmeellisen ranskankielisen draaman (tai mikä lie olikaan). - Ei voi olla totta, ajattelin.

Aikani purin kieltäni "nyt et sano mitään", kunnes ennen loppuvenyttelyjä en enää malttanut, vaan kävin räppäämässä sen telkun volyymin lähelle nollaa. Ei ainakaan tarvinnut enää kuunnella sitä molotusta, vaan sain rauhassa keskittyä niihin hemmetin venytyksiin ja mielen kuohahtamisen laannuttamiseen. Ei muuta.